WARNING!! Gore With Dachuu. Brutal Kisses (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘)

by harpsichordsandthelit

It is the world where the first word that your soulmate will speaks to you inked black on your skin. The word will change to color when your soulmate speaks it to you.

Harry Potter’s soulmark has always been dark green, inked deep into his skin. The word that looks so beautiful to his eyes even though he doesn’t know its meaning. Sometimes he wondered where his soulmate was now or whether they know he is their soulmate. His soulmate must be older than him and found him at such a young age when he couldn’t even speak. Every night Harry traces his finger on his soulmark and know there is someone out there who’ll love him unconditionally. He keeps his hope up until he was eleven and find out the meaning behind the word.

It’s not good.

No, “Avada Kedavra” is definitely the worst kind of first word anyone would have.

*This story was written in Thai/เรื่องนี้เป็นภาษาไทย*

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: ไทย

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Minor Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald

A cake for the heart

Jujutsu Kaisen Fic Rec List

i’ve been meaning to put something like this together for a long time, because there are a lot of amazing fics in the jjk tag and many of them definitely deserve more attention. here are several fics that i’ve read and enjoyed since joining the fandom; this list will be satosugu heavy, since that is the majority of what i read, but there are others listed as well. be aware that the majority of these contain heavy manga spoilers:

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I like how Harry sneaks a look at Tom. This better have some angsty story behind it.

the dark lord and his most loyal officer 

Tom Marvolo Riddle is a very complex character.

We are talking about a child, a child grew up in the midset of WWII in an orphanage who's matron was an alcoholic woman. He also came from a long line of incestuous relationships and was a result of Amortentia/Imperius Curse. It is implied that they called doctors and priests before to "treat him" or "exorcise him"

I find it weird that Dumbledore, a man who grew up with a child with magical problems and a flawless mentor to so many people cannot recognize signs of abuse here. Instead of trying to help the kid or making him open up, he silently judges him because he is coming from Slytherin heritage and proceeds to burn his wardrobe to traumatize him even more.

This is not you handle a kid who shows bad behavior and I am sure Dumbledore, who is in his 50s in this scene knows it even better than me. This will only make the kid resent you and be cautioned against you. Dumbledore asks Tom to open up towards him about the Chamber of Secrets and this is precise reason why a fifteen year old avoided Dumbledore to not get in even more trouble.

I believe no children should be treated as their existence is a fault at first, while we look through Tom we need to remember this is not a serial-killer man with genocidal ideas but rather a teenager with mental illness. In my opinion he has either narcissistic personality disorder or antisocial personality disorder, he has no qualms about using someone to get what he wants because he is raised in that way. There wasn't a comfort area he could take refuge in so he simply created one, he has a weak self-esteem if he makes a 14 year old boy, who doesn't possess even quarter of his power bow before him

Well, I think his character could be handled so much better if it weren't for Rowling's one dimensional look on villains. We could see his psychology and the sufferings he endured as an orphan during WWII and the bullying of his peers because he didn't have any respectable surname as well. This is why I am a little too obsessed with TMR fanfictions and his descend into madness, he has potential.

Hello, I am an amateur artist who loves a lot of things and I hope to share my journey of improvement here (and some stuff I do)

My latest comic for The Nib was written by my friend Mike Thompson- it’s his first published comics work! 

The Nib has been a steady source of income and a huge support to me and many other indie cartoonists for years. They publish amazing work, but will be cut loose by their financial backer in July. You can read the official post about it from editor Matt Bors here.  They are still running their kickstarter-funded print magazine, but have to put digital publishing on hiatus until they figure out their next steps. If you’ve been thinking about supporting their membership program, now would be a good time. They have levels from $2 to $40 per month. I really don’t want this to be my last Nib piece! 

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Sacrfice!Damen & Demon!Laurent design

just a quick draw

a snippet from an upcoming fic of Harry and friends playing with a ouija board, talking to an entity that calls itself V 

Harry sighs. “It isn’t real, Lav—” 

“But what if it is?” Parvati asks, interrupting. “What if V can prove it?” 

Harry raises one eyebrow. “How?” 

Parvati purses her lips. Then her eyes light up with an idea. “Ask the board something V could only know if it was telling the truth.” 

Harry hesitates. It’d have to be something that none of his friends know, otherwise they’d no doubt influence the answer. 

Finally, he thinks of something.  

“Alright then, V,” he says, keeping his voice steady, “how did my parents die?” 

For a long moment, the planchette doesn’t move; then it does. 

‘M,’ ‘U,’ ‘R,’ ‘D,’ ‘E,’ ‘R.’ 

Harry stares down at it, and he feels an absurd urge to laugh. When he looks up from the board, he sees Lavender has gone pale. Parvati looks uncomfortable. Ginny leans her head on his shoulder. 

“Is it true?” Luna asks. 

Harry lets out a shuddering breath. He knew it was fake. He knew it. But still, there had been some small part of him that’d wondered… Well. Not anymore. 

“No,” he says, “it isn’t. My parents died in a car crash.”

ah yes, trying a new way to render with skk